Primitive people must have never learned the theory of relativity.
In the past, everyone would have a meal and do some random work in the morning. The sun would reach the middle position of the sky and quickly eat up lunch.
However, somehow it didn't happen today.
After Yang Cheng announced that the dirt pile could be opened after lunch, everyone felt that time passed very slowly, and the movements of their hands suddenly felt very difficult to do, and the whole person was incomparable agony.
In this way, we finally made it to noon, and everyone quickly lit the fire.
That day, the hunting team hunted a seventh-grade ferocious beast. In the past, if this seventh-grade ferocious beast had not been roasted, everyone would be ready to eat it.
But today the meat of the seventh-grade ferocious beast was roasted, but everyone lost their appetite. After taking two random bites, they looked at Yang Cheng with longing eyes.
Yang Cheng was equally anxious. Seeing this, he took a few bites of animal meat and led everyone towards the dirt pile.
Knowing that the dirt pile was about to be opened, Yanhu and the others temporarily put down their work and followed curiously.
Of course, it was not just them, except for a few totem warriors who stood guard to guard the tribe, all the members of the Qingque tribe came over.
Yang Cheng still stretched out his hand and touched the soil outside for a while, just like before, feeling the temperature.
The temperature was much lower than in the morning. When I lay on the ground and looked inside through the ventilation hole, it was pitch black inside.
"It seems that the fire in the dirt pile has almost burned out, and the kiln should be ready to open!"
Looking at the expectant crowd, Yang Cheng, who was anxious and wanted to know the result earlier, decided not to wait!
Anyway, it’s been burning for so long. According to the documentaries he watched on Earth, it’s already enough time, so let’s just leave it to fate!
"Bring me a wooden spear!"
Yang Cheng shouted, and the short tooth next to him immediately handed him a wooden spear.
After taking it, Yang Cheng weighed it in his hand. Not to mention the weight of the wooden spear used by the totem warrior, the weight of this wooden spear was equivalent to that of an iron one of the same size.
"Snapped!"
Yang Cheng held the wooden spear and did not use strong force directly, but gently knocked on the dried mud shell.
This is a test of strength.
The work of breaking the mud shell must be more precise, otherwise, if you use too much force, the mud shell will collapse directly, destroying all the pottery inside, and Yang Chengke will cry without tears.
The first time the force was not enough and the mud shell was not broken, so Yang Cheng increased the force.
The firewood under the mud shell had been burnt out long ago, so it was not strong. After Yang Cheng increased his strength, he just knocked twice and a hole as big as a fist was knocked out.
"呲——"
As soon as the hole was opened, a scorching hot air mixed with burned grass ashes came out of the hole. Fortunately, Yang Cheng was prepared and took two steps back in time.
When the heat dissipated, Yang Cheng raised the stick and was about to hit it again.
"Crack!"
"Crack!"
"Crack!"
…
Suddenly, a crisp cracking sound came from inside the pile of soil.
Yang Cheng's heart sank.
This is not the sound of the pile of dirt being knocked open and the mud shell falling in.
Because Yang Cheng has been paying attention to this issue.
This sound is obviously the sound of pottery expanding and breaking when it encounters the outside air!
Yang Cheng took another step forward and looked inside through the small hole he had just knocked. He suddenly saw a pottery that had been torn into pieces. By coincidence, it was the double-eared pottery pot he made...
Barbie Q, it’s a bad start.
Yang Cheng touched his nose and felt uncomfortable.
Forget it, forget it, after all, this is my first time making pottery and I have no experience, so some damage is inevitable.
Yang Cheng could only comfort himself, and then continued to pick up the wooden spear and knock open the surrounding soil piles.
The mud shell fragments fell, and the soot and steam dispersed in all directions.
During this period of time, there were two clear "clicks" sounds from time to time in the dirt pile.
Whenever this kind of sound sounds, Yang Cheng's heart will twitch involuntarily, feeling deeply distressed!
A sound means a piece of pottery is broken!
When the mud shell was almost knocked out, Yang Chengcheng threw the wooden spear back to Short Ya and began to pull off the remaining mud shell with his hands.
After the removal, when the ashes dispersed, the scene inside was revealed.
There is a piece of pottery sitting among the grass ashes, but they are now completely different from what they were originally placed in.
The first is the color of the exterior, which changes from brown to black;
The second is the hardness. Not only is it not like at the beginning, when the soil deformed with a little force, the current pottery itself has turned into something like stone!
Yang Cheng took a pottery bowl in his hand.
This pottery bowl feels warm to the touch, and is as hard as a stone, but not as heavy as a stone, at least three or four times lighter.
"Bangbang——"
Yang Cheng flicked it with his fingers, and a slightly crisp sound came out when he tapped it.
I saw that the pottery embryos were simply placed in a pile of soil and fired for three days, and then I discovered such amazing changes.
Everyone was stunned!
Mu Qing, the oldest man in the tribe, pointed at the stone bowl in Yang Cheng's hand tremblingly, and said with a trembling mouth: "Witchcraft, witchcraft... this must be witchcraft!"
Yang Cheng heard his words and was very disdainful.
What witchcraft?
This is the wisdom of working people!
Yang Cheng pointed to the stone bowl in his hand and shouted: "Tao!"
"pottery!"
"pottery!"
"pottery!"
…
Everyone cheered in unison, then carefully held these dirty pottery and looked at it carefully.
Everyone was extremely surprised and felt so magical that they couldn't close their mouths.
These primitive people of the Qingque tribe had never seen pottery before, but they saw with their own eyes that mud turned into pottery and turned into something as hard as stone.
This kind of shock to them was stronger than drilling wood and setting it on fire!
They were surprised at first when drilling wood to catch fire, but then they became indifferent after understanding the principle.
But these are made by their own hands. Just put them in the fire for three days and the appearance will change drastically!
This, this is simply a miracle!
The people in the tribe held the pottery in their hands and looked at Yang Cheng with confusion and admiration from the bottom of their hearts!
Especially Yang Cheng asked someone to bring a bamboo bucket, scooped a bowl of water into it with the pottery bowl in his hand, and then asked everyone to take a look at it.
It confirmed what he said, pottery can be used to hold water and will not break, and everyone was sure of it when holding it in their hands. Using pottery bowls to hold water is much lighter than using stone bowls to hold water.
Everyone was even more shocked, their eyes widened and their mouths opened extremely wide!
"witch!"
"witch!"
"witch!"
…
Someone shouted, and others followed him and praised him.
For a moment, the sky above the entire Qingque tribe became rumbling and loud again.
It spread far and far in the surrounding forest. Several ferocious beasts were drinking water by the river. They heard the cheers of the Qingque tribe and dispersed in an instant.
One by one, they were running and muttering, what kind of monsters are these two-legged beasts doing? Are they allowed to drink water?
